❄ (frostfern) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2015-11-22 07:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: camilla mercier, character: jack frost (dropped), character: shizuru kanazawa (dropped), thread: complete |
When it snows, ain't it thrilling, though your nose gets a chilling
Who: Jack and Cam
Where: Outside, in the courtyard Mess Hall. Food fight lawls
When: November 22, morning
What: A battle for the ages
Rating: Maybe Cam's language, but otherwise just fun and games.
Status: Closed/In Progress
Unlike everyone else who seemed to be at a loss without their magic, Jack had found himself far too engulfed in the natural beauty of the changing season around him. He was not lying when he wrote about feeling a deeper connection with the winter time, a vague sense of home. There was no explanation for how he felt, and it was not in his nature to explore a logical reason why. Instead, like a great many things, Jack embraced it and passed it off as normalcy since after the blank period of memories that he just could simply not remember the few months before attending Hogwarts. Of course his mind would occasionally venture back to the questions of why or where those memories had gone, but it had only lingered for so long given his short attention span, especially on days like today.
The air was cold, and with each inhale it filled his lungs with the bite of winter bringing a bright smile painted across his boyish features despite the fact the fog of his breath was now more visible than usual. The courtyard was quiet. But he figured that many did not share the same feelings about the snow as he had, and that was fine, he only had wished that there was at least one person to share the joy a simple snowball fight could bring, or ice skating, or sledding down that one death trap hill on the South side of the castle that he was dying to test out. Because who wouldn't want to put their very existence on the line for a few moments of that adrenalin rush!? Perhaps Cam would take his offer seriously and show her face before he'd have to go in after her with a lightly packed snowball in hand, and impeccable aim when it came to throwing them. Oh, he knew of her expectational talent when it came to Quidditch and the fact that she was a well versed Gymnast.
His smile only grew bigger at the thought of their friendly banter back and forth just as he leaned over with a bare hand to scoop up a palm full of fluffy white snow and began to pack it into a perfect source of ammunition, just in case. The frosty bite had never bothered him before, but for some reason it he was feeling it against his warm skin that threw him for a bit of guard. It was why he never had to wear mittens or gloves but now he wished he had brought a pair with hum. However, he'd been sporting his regular civvy clothing, due to the day of the week and there had been no classes. His usual blue pull over hoddie, with the light flakes of snow clinging to the shoulders and the multi colored scarf wrapped around his neck several times that sort of matched. Fitted jeans and the beat off sneakers had been retired until Spring rolled around again. Instead, replaced with Irish setters Ol' lady Flume was kind enough to buy him as an employee gift a few days ago. Nice lady, a little kray, but she had a good heart when it came to him.
Jack liked to think of it as one of his specialities after all, and there was no way he was going to go down without an epic battle that would go down in the history books as a well fought war with a definite splash of fun. Rising the perfectly packed ball of frozen water to his line of vision before nodding in agreement. That's it, if she wasn't going to come join him, she would eat this snowball for late breakfast, and he had no issue with doing so in the middle of a packed mess hall or where ever she was. Now, that would most certainly draw her out into the open, right?